Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1887-01-13

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that habit Believe me, it viii some day
bring you 10 grief"
Mrs Chickerly contracted her eyebrows.
Il don't believe in being lectured, Frank
And don't very often lecture You, my
dear; pray give me credit for that"
@You didn't think you We're marrying an
angel when you took me, hopes7
'.No, my love thought was marrying a
very pretty little girl, whose few faults might
easily be corrected
Faults Have any great faults, FrankF
Little faults may sometimes entail great
consequences.
If YOU scoId any more shall go cut of the
room"
You need not for am going myself TO
pack my yalise By the way, there's button
of the shirt / want to wear tomorrow. I
| wish You would come up stairs and sew it on
| for me-
Il viii presently"
sWhy can't YOU come now3s
Il Just want 70 finish this book; there's
only one more chapter
| Fanny opened her volume so resolutely that |
| her husband thought it best not to contest the
question.
Sitting all alone in front of the bright fire, |
Mrs Chiekerly gradually grew drowsy, and |
before she knew it she had driftel off into the |
shadowy regions of dreamland.
She was reused by the clock striking IL
Dear me. how late it is,7 she thought, |
with little start Il must go up stairs i'm |
niediateiv There, forgot TO tell the cook |
about having breakfast at tomorrow MORN |
ing, and, of course, she's abed and asleep by
this time III he up early enough to see TO It
myself; that win be Just as we'll"
LAYING this save on her conscience. Mrs
Chickerly turned off the gas and crept ,irow-
SLY up the stairs
tFanny. Fanny, its past and cook hasn't
come down stars vet. Are you SIRE you
spoke tot her last night
Mrs, Chickerly rubbed her ewes and looked
: sleepily around
: @Oh, Frank, ] forgot all about speaking %
her last night she said. with conscious
stricken face But III run right up; she can
have breakfast ready in a very few minutes
She sprang out Of he'd, thrust her feet into
4 pair of silklined slippers and threw shawl
/ over her shoulders.
Mr. Chickerly bit his lips and checked her
NO need, Fanny he said a little bitterly
> Il must leave the house in fifteen minutes, or
: mis- the only through train It of no use
! speaking TO cook now
q 81 am sorry, Frank"
d Mr. Chickerly did not answer; he was APP
parently absorbed in turning over the vari-
o1s articles in his bureau drawer, while Fan
: ny sat Ghivering on the edge Of the bed. cogi-
l. tatinS how hard it WIS for her husband 10
start on a long journey that bitter morning
/ without any breakfast.
a II can make a cup of coffee myself over the
IS furnace FIRE" she exclaimed, springing to her
feet.
ri But Mr.. Chickerly again interposed.
- "Sit down, Fanny, please. l would rather
Is you would sew this button on the neck of my
L. shirt. have packed the others-those that
are fit to wear l have shirts enough. but
IS not one in repair.
n Fanny crinsoned as she remembered how
Is often in the course of the last month or two
she had solemnly promised herself to devote
day to the much-needed renovation of her
husband'5 shirts. She looked around for her
" thimble
q. Il left it down stairs last night III get il
81 In a minute
ID The housemaid had just kindled a fire in
H. the sitting room crate; it was blazing and
cracking cheerily among the fresh Goals and
Fanny could not resist the temptation of paus
ing a moment to warm her chilled fingers and
= watch The grecnish purple spires of flame
- shoot Inerrily up the chimney until she heard
~ her husbands voice calling her inperatively
Fanny. FaDnyl what are YOU DOING"
ooh, dear!1 thought .the wife, as she RAJ
or up stairs. Il wish Frank wouldn't be 50 cross
nil Hes always in hurry
ri Little Mrs Chickerly never stopped {.
think that the real reason was that she, hi
wife, was never sin hurry"
The needle threaded the thimble fitted on
na an appropriate button was next to be Sc
eu lected
sob, dear Frank, haven't one the RICH
size!7
Sew on what you have, then but
on quickn
IN But FannJ vas quite certain there was jus
the right button somewhere in her work bai
ket, and stopped to search for it.
There, toll you sol7 she cried, trump.
IN sntly, holding it up on the end of her needli
nd swell, well, sew it on, qaSckl' said Bill
chickerly. CHARGING at his watch, nervouslJ
That's Just your worrying way, Franz
.o as if anybody could sew button on we
0o In a hurry There! my needle has come VI
threaded"
or. ooh, Fanny, Fanny" sighed her husband
fairly out Of patinnce at last, "why didn't yo
Inc - It lust night as | begged of youi ! cha
DE, miss tie train, and whist little chance we ha
18th If place in Aunt I1izabeth's viii will
ms, sacrificed to your miserable habit of beir
re- be.ndhand!'
la. Fanny gave him this shirt and began
in whinper little, but Mr.. Chickerly be
ne. neither the time nor tho inclination to pau
i TO soothc Ter petulant manifestation of grie
elm He finished lis dressing, caught up his vail
with hurl iedly spoken "good-by," and ri
down stairs, two steps at time, into t
mn street.
H. There he goes,r mnIInured Fanny, "al
he's gone away cross with me- and all {
~ nothing but miserable buttonl / wi
aeA there wasn't such a thing as button in {
iriy worldl7
"a wish, which we must misdoubt, MAJ
another wife than Mrs. Chickerly has echot
ND with perhaps better reason.
~ ~. Mrs. Chickerly was sitting down 20 b
ith' little dinner, with daintily Drowned chickt
os- q lumber of currant jelly, curly bunch
ner celery ranged before her, when, to her 81
raj prise, the door opened and in walked her 10
go, and husband.
@Why, Frank, where on earth did You cor
fromsn cried the astonished wife.
phs aFrom the Office" very coolly answer
Mr. Chickerly. -